Page 10 of Drake Eternal

Water coursed over me as I stood under the shower nozzle, the heat from the water making my skin all goosebumps. Drake stood behind me, and got thoroughly wet himself, before he started to lather up so he could wash my body. Then, he slid his hands, slick with soap, over my back and around to my breasts, cupping each one before tweaking my nipples, pulling on them until they formed hard points. I leaned against the tile wall, my eyes closed, and just enjoyed the sensations. He was expert in controlling my body and knew how to touch and where to touch to drive me wild with lust.

He slid his hands down over my belly and between to my thighs, his fingers slipping between my labia, gently stroking my clit. His touch made my core throb with need.

“Fuck, I need you,” he murmured against the back of my neck.

"I’m more than ready," I said, turning around to face him. “You can take me right now.”

He shook his head, his blue eyes dark with desire. “Not yet. I need to taste you. I want my tongue inside of you when you come the first time…”

“We don’t have time for more than a first time,” I said even as I groaned at the thought.

“Once is never enough for you,” he said and reached over to turn off the shower. Then, he knelt and lifted my leg up over his left shoulder. I knew what to do – I gripped onto the safety bar firmly. “Tell me when you’re just about there.”

While he licked me, he reached up and stroked one breast, tweaking the nipple. The combination of desire, and the sensations of his tongue on me and his fingers working my nipple worked to bring me as close to orgasm as I could come.

“I’m ready,” I managed to gasp.

Then, as he liked to do, he slid his tongue up inside of me and that did it. I felt the sensations build and my orgasm started, my eyes rolling up in my head from the sheer ecstasy of the pleasure.

When I was finished, he stood and turned me around, his fingers still at my clit, stroking softly.

“My turn,” he said.

“You better be fast,” I said, knowing that he had to get ready to leave for the airport. “We don’t have much time.”

“I don’t need much time.”

Of course, Drake being Drake, he wanted me to come once more. He filled me up with his hard cock, and kept his fingers on my clit, stroking slowly while he thrust inside of me. I didn’t think I’d be able to orgasm again, but he was insistent, the slow-motion building back the arousal so that soon, once more, I was ready.

“Drake,” I gasped.

"I want you to come for me again." He thrust harder, faster, and soon, I was over the top, my second orgasm starting. My whole body shuddered, my core clenching around his erection, and I heard him groaning with pleasure as well.

"Fuck…"

I heard his groan of pleasure and smiled to myself once I was recovered enough. He pulled out and turned me around, kissing me deeply.

“A twofer,” he said with a grin when he pulled away. “The only way to go.”

I shook my head. “You are so greedy.”

He laughed. “I am. Greedy for your pleasure.”

Afterwards, we went back downstairs and sat together to read the paper, then we cleaned up and made sure Drake had everything he needed for his trip.

Around three in the afternoon, we got into the limo and decided to take a trip to JFK to watch the planes take off before Drake had to catch his flight. There were several YouTubers who regularly live-streamed the flights at JFK, so I knew all the best places to watch. We drove to one spot that allowed us to watch the planes land and had our sunglasses on and lawn chairs so we could enjoy ourselves. John, Drake’s driver for the day, was amused and joined us, dressed in his uniform. Drake made sure to bring a lawn chair for him as well.

Sophie ooh’d and ahh’d at the planes as they landed, and I spent my time telling her which plane was which and giving specs on the type of plane and where it was coming from. That was the way we passed the last hour and a half before Drake had to go to check in, and it was enjoyable. Luckily, the weather held up and we had a nice time of plane spotting.

Finally, Drake checked his watch and sighed. “Time to go, I think.”

Sophie was standing at the fence, her fingers entwined in the chain links, watching yet another heavy plane land in front of us.

“We have to go, sweetie,” Drake said and went to her, picking her up and kissing her. “I’ll miss you.”

She kissed him back, her arms around his neck. “I’ll miss you.”

We piled back into the limo and drove to the airport terminal. John removed the suitcase and carryon Drake was taking with him on the plane and then the three of us went inside. We walked to the British Airways First Class lounge and went inside after Drake showed them his ticket. For the last half-hour together, we sat at the window and while Sophie watched the planes on the runway, Drake and I held hands and talked about what Drake and Michael would be doing for the next couple of weeks.

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